As I drifted off to sleep on the night of my twentieth birthday, I saw the same man standing near my door smiling at me, mouthing "It's just a game."
I fell asleep, feeling a small peck against my cheek and a light whisper, "That you lose," and I knew I would wake up to my twentieth birthday once more, for the fifteenth time, if only I hadn't agreed.
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Two-Line Stories
FanfictionA compilation of Two-Line Stories. Based on TwosetViolin (see what I did there?) {never mind, it's stupid} -- Author's note: 1) English is not my first language but I think I am good at it (?) 2) comedy, angst, horror, fluff, a/u, death, suicide. wa...
